“Our own graveyard”

I was majestic in my youth And viscous in the booth Until arrested, rebuked A future not lived discarded in The skies of my dreams or Submerged in internal graves The flames of my regret Fueled my hatred I clutched in Rage Until I could claw My way from the Abyss where Paranoia kept me…

“Confinement verse”

Defiant of the science of confinement Which is faulty as isolation is costly The welcome mat is frosty Talking in rhymed couplets Like I survived a stroke Living in fine sublets I’m lying I’m broke I see the signs and symbols Of compliance and war Handcuffs with tear gas Alarms and codes Attack dogs with…